"...so much to say and no language to say it in"*

i confess. i have coweringly postponed the posting of "the news".

how does one blog about something so completely life-altering? it's a daunting and tremblesome task, emotionally comparable to the President's delivery of a memorial address two days ago.**

you must give a speech. everyone already knows what you will say, but you still have to say it. and make it sound new and unexpected and engaging. the information is neither new nor unexpected, so your audience will likely concentrate on style rather than content. it is style that engages...or exhausts.

you want to use those weary, worn-out words because, for you, they have taken on new life.

miracle. future. joy. life. love.

but you know these empty clichés only clash with your heart-filled purpose.

how do you polish a word to make it convey truth when everyday use has so cheapened its meaning?

a miracle is not the nearest parking space at the mall.
a future is not a dream job with six figures.
joy is not clean dishes.
life is not a sport.
love is not mcdonald's.

what these things are, we will continue to discover little by little. and we will spend lifetimes trying to articulate the revelation.

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*from My Name is Aram, by William Saroyan
**i am aware of the pretentiousness of this claim--forgive me if i overstate my case